What if Darry met a girl. After everything. After Dallas. After Johnny. And what if this girl was a soc?

Well this girl I told you about, she ain't me. She's my sister, Sudie. Sudie's tall, endowed, blonde, and blue eyed. None of our native American shows in her. Me on the other hand. Tall, flat, black hair, and black eyes. Even my skin is fairly darker than hers. Oh! and my name's Billie.

My sister was different than any other girl I knew. She used to wear those uncomfortable skirts and sweaters with that annoying little scarf around her neck, but after we moved into the Curtis' house things changed. She started wearing jeans, button downs, and cowboy boots.

She says she and Darry had to only look at each other and they fell in love. We had to stop at the gas station Soda worked at when Darry came in carrying a sheet of roofing. Well let's just say he hasn't gotten over it since. Darry would make up any excuse to pick up Ponyboy from school just so's he could see her.

Then came the days that we would stop over at their house. It was always crowded with members of the gang. Pony and I were on okay terms so I wasn't always bored whenever we went over. Soda was nice to everybody except socs. The gang wasn't to happy about it either. But then Two-bit Matthews said his famous quote.

"The only thing that keeps Darry from being a soc is us."

It was settled from then on.

I remember peeking around the corner to watch their first kiss. Nobody else was in the room. She was sitting on the arm of the couch and Darry was sitting on the couch next to her. They were just talking. Just talking. And then Sudie was suddenly in Darry's lap and he was kissing her.

Not like some wild animal, but soft, gentle kisses. I still remember the way he brushed back her hair from her face. It nearly brought tears to my eyes.

Finally, Darry had the guts to show up at our house. What he found is the exact opposite of how they expected soc life to be.

Ever since Mom died, Dad took to the bottle. When he found out his eighteen year old daughter had been sneaking over to see a grease - well let's just say things did not go over to well. By the time Darry was able to knock down the door, Sudie and I were holding each other in fear as dad held the belt he had been using to whip us. Sudie had taken most of the blows while trying to protect me.

I had seen Darry yell at Ponyboy, I had seen him even wrestle two drunk soc boys to the ground when they tried to jump Sudie and me. But never, ever had I seen Darrel Curtis so enraged. He beat Dad so mercilessly that even after we were packed up and leaving the house he still lay unconscious on the kitchen floor.

Since then we have lived at the Curtis's home. Dad knows not to bother us because he would be thrown in jail for beating us. Unknown to any of the gang, Sudie and I took pictures of our bruises and injuries after every beating we ever received. This time was without a doubt the worst one. Sudie had a busted lip, three broken ribs, a broken clavicle, and welt marks covering every single part of exposed skin she had. Blood was incessantly flowing from my nose,a black eye, and welts across my back and thighs. I also had concussion from when Dad slammed my head against the wall.

The gang patched us up just as well as any doctor could've.

It has been a year since then. Sudie, like Darry, now has full custody of me. Every once in a while, we might run into Dad or meet some of the socs we used to hang out with. They all think we were extremely crazy to ever have moved in with the family that was friends with the boy that killed Bob Sheldon.

We always said the same thing in response, "Well... we would rather be alive and happy as greasers than dead and gone as socs."

One thing is for sure though - we would have been dead if Darry hadn't shown up when he did.

"Billie! Get your skinny self out of bed!" yelled Soda from down the hall.

"Shut your trap, Soda! You just want somebody to make you your breakfast, because your to lazy to make it yourself!" I yelled back.

"You know it!" he yelled back laughing.

One thing you could say about Soda. He always knew how to brighten up a day or make you laugh or smile.

I tried to crawl out of bed but had a pretty hard time considering the heavy arm that was slung around my waist. I tried shoving the arm off, but it wouldn't budge. I jerkily twisted so that I was staring at the most adorable face in the world.

Ponyboy was breathing evenly with his eyes closed. I reached up and ran my hands through his rarely seen, un-greased hair. I relished these moments with him. Only he had no idea they happened. I was always out of the bed before he ever woke up.

I had fallen in love with Ponyboy that first night we came home to live with them. After Darry had patched us up, I stayed on the couch and probably would have sobbed the whole night if it had not been for Pony. He stayed up with me and held me, telling me how things were going to be alright. He held me until my crying stopped. And when it did, he picked me up bridal-style and carried me to his room where I fell asleep in his arms. Ever since then, I have not been able to fall asleep without him beside me. Not that it is too awkward. Sudie sleeps in the same bed as Darry, but she vows she won't have sex with him until their wedding night. Which is do in six months.

Sudie is going to make one beautiful bride.

"Pony, I need to get up," I whispered. The only thing that came out of Ponyboy was a muffled grunt, but still he lifted his arm just the tiniest bit so that I could slip out of bed. Then a very evil plan came to my mind. I grabbed the corner of the blanket and wrenched off of Pony's body.

My Ponyboy lay on the bed in nothing but his boxer shorts! Ponyboy had become remarkably well toned after he quit smoking and running track.

"Billie! I'm gonna kill you." he muttered while cringing.

"Serves you right for always sleeping in." I countered.

"Oh, really...?" he smiled coyly at me and before I had time to react, he lashed out and grabbed me by my waist and wrestled me to the ground."Uncle!" he shouted.

"Never!" shouted back.

"You will, or I won't let you up."he threatened.

" Pony, I hate to break it to you, but you are just a bit more vulnerable than me." I replied wickedly.

"How so?" he questioned. He looked over my shoulder to gaze into my eyes. By doing so, he released his hold on me just enough that I was able to buck him off.

"I told you 'never'."

I stood up and straightened my pajamas. Ponyboy was still lying on the ground, looking up at me with his hands resting behind his neck. It looked like he might have been admiring me. My heart skipped a beat.

"Billie? Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, what?"

"Do you think you'll get married one day?"

To you.

"Uhh... Pony, that is kind of a personal question."

"So? Your sister's marrying my brother. Just thought if you were thinking about it, it would be 'round now."

"Gosh! Pony, I'm fifteen years old and living 'round here sometimes means I won't live to see sixteen, Pony. I don't like to plan ahead. Cause once you do, things start going down hill."

"Okay, okay. Don't get dicey. I'll tell you one thing though."

"What?"

"You sure do look pretty when you're mad."

"You're dead Curtis."

I lunged at him, but he was already up and running to the bathroom.

"You two, hurry up! or you're gonna be late for school!" yelled Darry from down the hall.

I walked back into our room and pulled off my shirt, and just as I was putting on my bra on Pony boy walked in. He remained un-phased. We became fairly used to walking in on each other while we were dressing.

"You almost ready..." his voice trailed off as I turned around looking at him.

"What?" I asked defensively.

He shook his head as if he was trying to clear his mind. "Let's go."